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La Firenze

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Seraphina Alighieri on Sat Jan 14, 2006 2:26 pm

Emotionally exhausted from seeing Gabriel.....Maxwell at the airport. Broken hearted but relieved she flopped down on her byzantine style settee and flipped on the TV. Two reporters faded into view, a woman in a blue and her male co-anchor. Seraphina ignored them for the most part just happy to have a level of back ground noise to soothe her tired mind. Just as her lids closed over her brown eyes she heard three words that snapped her back awake, "new mobile suits".

She sat bolt upright on the settee, and swapped the channel from the light hearted drivel that these two were making out of the situation. A local Florentine anchor replaced the the others on her screen
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"Einhardt attacato vestiti mobili R & S oggi sono stati combattuti fuori dal nuovo prototipo che è liberato. Il pilota era fila principale. Ci sono soltanto voci quanto a chi avrebbe attacato la funzione. Ci è soltanto un casuality ha segnalato un octo che ha lavorato là."

Her heart pounded in her chest. At least it was Maxwell...it was so hard to call him that. A familiar fear gripped her. She didn't;t pay attention to the newscast after that point, she began searching all over her room for the communicator that was her link to other peacekeepers, and began to contemplate a trip to the United States.

"Not yet," she said aloud to herself.

She took a few deep breaths and slowed her heart rate. A skill she had developed dealing with other ambassadors. Slowly the fear began to subside.

She flipped of the TV, but was in need mood for sleep. She opened her dossier on Sagrestia Nuova, and the tomb of the Medici which was due to be cleaned.

She fell asleep on a detailed photograph of Twilight from Lorenzo's tomb, and dreamed of Gabriel.

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She awoke the screaming beep of her alarm clock and pushed herself off of her desk. Her mind still consumed with yesterday's events. She muttered a quick prayer to the Madonna for Maxwell's safety and hopped into the shower.

The hot water felt good, as is poured across her tired body and washed the fatigue from her mind. Quickly she got dressed. It wasn't until she looked in the mirror that she realized she was wearing the same red shirt that she met Gabriel in. Quickly she changed to another shirt, a black satin dress shirt that tapered at her waist. She ran a brush through her long hair and contemplated cutting it short again. She pulled Gabriel's lighter from the pocket of her dirty jeans and stared at it for a long while, before shoving it deep into her pocket.

She sighed deeply and picked up her Peacekeeper communicator, as gathered up her papers and headed out the door for the Institute.

The grey day matched her mood as she walked from her apartment to the Institute, a light rain fell from the sky more like a mist. Each step took farther away from her past as she prepared to reenter the world of Art History.

She walked in the door and her secretary Lucia perked up.


"Signora, Alighieri, how was your trip?"

She forced a smile, she had never told anyone about her first trip to Venice and meeting Gabriel.

"The conference was fascinating and the rest uneventful."

Quickly she changed the subject.

"Is their coffee, Lucia, and is the Maestro in?"

"Si, on both counts."

Lucia's brows furrowed in concern, usually Seraphina was more talkative after a conference.

"is everything alright, Signora?"

"Si, Lucia, just tired, i was up late last night."

Briskly she walked tot he coffee machine and poured herself a cup before going down the hall to the Maestro's office. She stopped at the door and took a deep breath. They had known each other for years, he was her first instructor at the Institute and the one that convinced her to stay on as staff, he always knew when something was wrong. He alone knew of her missions across the world, but even he did not about Gabriel. She knocked on the door.

"Si," a deep bass voice answered.

She opened the door an walked in, he stood up and reached out to give her a hug. He stood about six foot tall even at 50 years old. He stood straight and tall his simple black wool suit and white dress shirt immaculately pressed. HI red tie was the only colour. His dark hair framed a pale complexion and dark blue eyes. There was nothing about him that looked even vaguely Tuscan though he had been born in Florence. On his walls hung photos of the greatest works of Tuscan art and a copy of the Divine Comedy that Seraphina had given him.

"Mia Seraphina, I am glad to see that you have returned to us safely. How was the conference?"

She returned his hug, and stepped back from him, smiling.

"It was very interesting, it has however changed our budget a bit for cleaning the Medici Tomb, we will have to renegotiate the state's contribution to cover it all."

"That might be difficult, Seraphina, they are worried about war, just like the rest of us and they have so much here to try and preserve."

"I know Maestro, I know. We can still use the same technique used to clean David, but it will take longer."

"I know but it is the best we can do right now. How about the interns?"

"There are several in my class interested, but it is not enough. We could pull from other branches of the Institute, but I would like to have as many Florentines as I could, I mean it is our Identity.'

"Si, si. I will talk to the State and see what I can do."


She stared at the Maestro in silence trying to think of a way. A light came into her eyes.

"Can we prove they are related to the Medici?"

A sly smile spread across her lips.

"I will try, my sweet Seraph of Inspiration, but that is a truly Machiavellian Idea. Politics has treated you well I see."

He smiled broadly his blue eyes lighting up.

Pain flashed across her eyes as she though back on the atrocities that she had seen, the suffering, and of course Gabriel
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"Si, Maestro, they have."

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Saddened by the secret truths behind what the Maestro had said about politics she left his office and wondered over to her classroom. She quickly scrawled a note on a page from her notebook

No class today! Those of you who are interested in assisting in the Restoration of the Medici Tomb in Sangriesta Nuova I Will be there the rest of the day.

Maestra Alighieri


She checked her pockets for the digital camera that she always took to get photos of the statues before a restoration began, in order to document any change or damage to the art. Finding it stuffed in her briefcase she walked out of the Institute into the rain.

Walking to the chapel a great weight descended upon her. What is the purpose of restoring these glorious statues in a world where they could so easily destroyed. Three years ago such a thing never would have crossed her mind.

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Covered in dust and debris she hopped int he shower, hr whole body quivering with anticipation. She grabbed the red dress she had worn in Venice, and put it on. She let her hair stay down and did her best to ensure she looked like she did the night in Venice. She became neurotically concerned that he would be late as the clock on her wall approached 7.

Just when she felt like she couldn't stand it any longer there was a knock on the door. She primped a bit and breathed deeply, then walked down the hall and opened the door.

Before her stood Gabriel, she cocked her head to one side and smiled broadly and genuinely.


"Buono Sera, mio amore'. I am glad to see you again."

She stepped up to him and kissed him on the cheek, then stepped back so that he could see her and admir
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He smiled as she embraced him and stood back. They began to take each other into their views. He smiled as he recognized the dress. He looked her up and down. More beautiful than before, if it was possible. He looked her in the eyes as she smiled back at him recognizing the suit. It was the only one he owned. With a laugh he turned to face the stairs and placed his hand on the hip for her to take ahold of his bicep to escort her down the stairs.
She blushed a little as he brought her down.

"Adesso, la signorina, non si preoccupa di una cosa stasera. Ho tutto coperto."
She grinned as he led her out the front door and into the backseat of a cab. He smiled as the driver started off without direction.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Seraphina Alighieri on Sat Feb 04, 2006 2:54 am

She turned to face him in the cab, the coloring her cheeks refusing fade. He was as handsome to her as he had been in her dreams. Her plight over the last three years seemed worth while sitting beside him on a gorgeous night in Florence. She placed a hand on his knee and looked away smiling coyly.

Si, signore, so i guess this means I don't have to practice my tour guide voice."

She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder, he in turn rested his head against the top of hers. It was the perfect image of lovers in Florence. She took comfort in the idea that it was all over, that Maxwell had done what was necessary to return him to her. This night would end as the one in Venice should have, waking up in his arms.

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The cabbie pulled up in front of a small hot dog vendor. Seraphina removed herself from the cab and Gabriel paid the driver. She looked a little disappointed as she looked over the vendor. Gabriel laughed to himself and hugged her before spinning her around.
"Dere!"
He whispered into her ear as she looked over the beautiful twelfth century building. It was made out of beautifully carved sand stone. Her eyes almost lit up as she observed the wondrous architecture. With a grin he kissed her upon the cheek and they strolled across the street to the very expensive Florence restaurant. The sign that hung read: Bella Notte. They walked up to the door man and Gabriel began to speak in almost fluent Italian.
"Una prenotazione per il Signore di Faile. Assicurarsi per favore è una cabina vicino al pesce?"
He smiled and bowed before leading them into the dark Florentine restaurant.
The light was very limited and all the table clothes were black to support the black carpet and walls. The waiter lead him to a booth with a small silver light upon the table that hovered beside a basket of flowers in the center. He smiled as he motioned with his head to look behind her shoulder. She looked over to find a luminescent tank with several smaller sting rays floating in it. Behind that there was one built into a wall beside a couple housing two full sized blue sharks. To Seraphina's right there was a tank in the wall holding a massive turtle. Her eyes lit up as she found all of these animals. Gabriel eyed the reflection of the water upon the wall before turning back to smile at her.

"Approve mon amour?"

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Her brown hair tumbled around her face and her long gracefull neck like a halo as her eyes were widened with wonder as she looked about the room and watched the fish move gracefully through the water. Tears of unrestrained joy threatened to pour from hereyes as she sat there in the dim light of the restuarant with the man she loved more than anything else in the world.

SHe smiled at Gabriel as she locked her eyes on to his.

"Bella, mio amore, it is perfect."

She wispered leaning close to him, so that her hair tickled his cheek. SHe sat back and placed her hands on the table face up. Gabriel took them in his. It had been threeyears since they had shared this kind of intimacy which cast a dreamlike sense over the whole affair. .

She squeezed hishand in hers.

"My dearest love, i am so glad to have you back, to be with you again.I have missed you so."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Wed Feb 08, 2006 10:29 am

He smiled as she squeezed his hands and spoke. He couldn't do anymore than smile. He knew that he would have to leave again one day, but decided to let himself enjoy this time. The waitor smiled as he approached them.
"Sono qui il suo menu. E lei amerebbe per vedere un menu di vino?"He smiled as he placed the menu's upon the table and Gabriel smiled up at him as he looked over at Seraphina.
"Sì, per favore."
He placed the menu upon the table and placed both of his hands behind his back and bowed while speaking.
"Le darò un minuto per decidere il Signore."
Gabriel smiled and nodded his head as he and Seraphina began to look over the menu's.

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The warmth of his hands lingered on hers as they separated to order their meals. Food was the last thing on her mind, but it was dinner after all. She stared at the menu using it as s shield as a single joyous tear fell from her brown eyes. Her stomach was still knots she was so excited to see him again, so she opted for something light, a garlic salmon fillet with hollandaise sauce and a side salad, with of course a bottle of Merlot. She opted to let Gabriel order for her, the first time ever in her life that she had chosen to play by these rules, she told him what she wanted and sat back gazing at him her face beaming radiantly, and a happy but slightly coy smile on her lips. She slid the menu towards the edge of the table so that the waiter could retrieve it. Delicately while Gabriel's attention was still focused on the menu she wiped away the smudge of mascara from her one tear.

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He smiled as she asked him to order for her. He laughed a little bit as the Waiter wandered back up to their table.
"Lei ha deciso? O lei amerebbe del più tempo? Forse le bevande sono per?"
He smiled up at the Waiter and he looked over at Seraphina. With little chuckled he nodded to the waitor.
"No, ciò sta bene. Penso che abbiamo deciso su una bottiglia di Merlot ed il filetto di salmone di aglio con la salsa di salsa olandese ed un'insalata di lato per la signora. Ed il languine di alfredo di vegitarian per mie."
"Scelte meravigliose. Signore. Signora."
He bowed again as he spoke and left. Gabriel smiled at Seraphina now that the menu's had gone. He retook her hand and laughed again.
"So Missie, w'at 'ave you done to kill time for de past t'ree years my love?"
He smiled as his thumb rubbed the back of her hand.

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She smiled wanly and a galze came over her eyes as the past washed over her. Images of endless meetings were interrupted with images of atrocities. Art and her classes danced in between the two glimpses of jo..

She swallowed hard before speaking trying to regain her composure and not give in to the overwhelming emotion of the images in her head.

"I went to Ireland shortly before I was sent to Australia to help with relief efforts, there. Organize refugee camps and the like."

Her voice cracked as those image forced their way into her conscious mind.

"After I got back I was offered a teaching position at the Insititute, teaching art history as well as a resotoration class, that honestly has been my life. I resumed fencing haven't competed in anything but have cetainly gotten better."

She smiled as she thought again of their conversation in Venice.


"Oh, I was commisioned by the Insitute and the government of Florence to restore the Tomba de' Medici at Sangriesta Nuova, that is what I have been doing the past couple of days. Leading up to that press conferences about the restoration. I was returning home frm a conference on restorations when I met Maxwell at the airport. I took a few trips to Venice....missed you terribly every day."

She smiled am her cheeks coloured a bit.

"Now that I have bored you terribly, what have you been doing?"

She looked down at their hands and coyly pushed her hair behind her ear, with her free hand.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Thu Feb 09, 2006 11:03 am

Before he could answer the Waiter arrived with their bottle of Merlot. Gabriel nodded a thanks as Seraphina smiled at him. He picked up the bottle and poured him and and Seraphina a glass. Setting it down he offered the glass to her. With a smile he rose it and took a glass.
"Well...I..."
He turned and looked out the window as his eyes clouded over.
"First I was stationed in Austrailia under de command of Blace Lowe. After de battle dat killed 'im an Kaden I was promoted to second luitenat an' shipped off to a war zone jus' outside Colony 01. I stayed dere for about eight mont's and was den joined wit' my old ami, Xavier Constantine. We re-kindled our old spirits as friends before we were bot' premoted to Commander and I was moved again to Nort' America. After dat fact I didn't stay in one place for too long until de big push outside MO-V where Xavier an I re-met. In de long battle de Blace Lowe Foundation was crushed, Xavier died and a part of Gabriel died that day too. So I became Maxwell 'Eart to 'elp sheild myself from de mercs dat were hunting down the remaining officers in de Blace Lowe Foundation and buried Xavier. Den I met you in Venice mon amour."
His eyes became clear again and he looked over at her smiling as he took a mouth full of wine.

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She sipped at her wine using it as a way to control her shock at having been so close and yet so far away from him in Australia. As she listen to him she thanked God that he had not been killed and hoped everything had been put to rest.

"I was so shocked by Australia I didn't even think to ask if you had been there. We have been through hell, mio amore."

She took another sip of her wine and gazed into his eyes lost in his presence, lost in her own dreams of this moment. She wanted to ask if he was going to remain Gabriel if everything was alright, if she was free to give herself wholly to him without any fear of loss.

She licked her lips and toyed with her hair nervously before speaking. All of her accquired eloquence that had helped her in the past began to fail
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"Dearest, Gabriel, I am so sorry for you. Despite everything that has happened to you, and all of the cruel things I said at the airport, know this, I love you wholly."

She placed her hand atop his, and closed her eyes bowing her head. Everything in her posture begged his forgiveness for what she had said in the airport only days earlier. When she looked back at him she whispered, barely audible over the sounds of the Restaraunt.

"I am truly sorry for what I said to you in the airport. I was very surprised to see alive, and very hurt that you did not come and find me. But now I understand why....it was impossible to do so."

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He smiled at her as the Waiter placed their food upon the table in front of them. He smiled at her as he let go of her hand so she could eat. He smiled and nodded to the Waiter as he complimented the speed and thanked him for the meals. As he wound up some of his linguine Alfredo. He chuckled lightly.
"Oui, it does seem dat fate does want us to be toget'er mon amour. Venice, Austrailia, Venice, an now 'ere."
He chuckles before the tofu finds his mouth
"An, don't apologize for de airport. You 'ad every right, and I fear that you will 'ave every right again soon, but lets forget dat for now."
He forced a smile as he continued to eat.

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Her eyes grew wide and she swallowed hard suppressing a choke. She wiped her mouth and stared at him her eyes full of hurt. Tears brimmed on her lower lids but she did not let them fall. The sense that this is all they would have together filled her again. The age old fear resumed. For a brief second her eyes grew cold and distant as the agony of the the last three years finally caught up to her. Slowly they softened as she go a grip on herself. Carpe Diem she thought to herself, if this is all the time I have with him, I shall enjoy it, I can love him forever regardless. She took a deep drink of her wine. SO much for retiring as an ambassador she thought to herself realizing that this was the first actual acceptance of the thought in the first place.

"Well that keeps me focused on what I must do, mio amore'."

Painfully aware of the selfish motives behind her altruism. She had as much to fight for as he did. her eyes continued to soften, reflecting her love for him as she resumed eating. A painful question escaped her lips after finishing her mouthful.

"Who will you be when you leave here?"

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He took a mouth full of the noodles and stopped as she spoke. It began to worry him that she accepted it so easily, though he had done it once before and God help him he shall probably do it again. With a hard swallow he put down his fork and picked up his wine glass. He took a massive swig of it as he crossed his legs.
"For all anyone knows, Maxwell is still alive, jus underground. So derfore I will be leavin as 'im again."
He spoke as he rubbed the cross upon his neck and thought of the book inside the cockpit of The Falcon.
"But don worry mon Cheré, I still 'ave your cross and de Deevine Comedee."
He smiled weakly as he set down his wine and began to eat again. He suddenly realized that he probably shouldn't come back again until he can stay with her. It was just to hard on her and very unfair. He was coming back so he could see her during his periods of R&R and that was the most selfish thing he could do.
He put his fork back down and took her right hand in both of his.

"Seraphina, mon amour, if it pleases you, or it shall be easier upon you, den I will not return until I am finished. But I would like to give you something o'der dan my ratty old lighter to remember me by."
He stood up out of his seat still holding both of her hands and got down upon one knee. He reached inside the breast pocket of his blazer and removed a small ring box.
"You deserve my 'eart for putting up wit so much, and now I promise it to you mon amour."
He flicked open the box to reviel a beautiful princess cut diamond upon a golden band.
"Marry me?"

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Seraphina felt her heart begin to pound as he pulled the box from his blazer, but when he asked her to marry him, it seemed it would stop. Her right hand flew to her mouth as she gasped. Her brown eyes widened and [b]tears began to collect on her lashes.

"My Love,"

She whispered,

"I would be honored to be your wife."

She spread her shaking fingers so that he could slide the ring on her hand. She looked down and admired the elegant band he had given her The diamond sparkled in the low light of the restaurant. People at the near by tables were whispering to one another and smiling at the pair. She looked him in the eyes and leaned forward and kissed him. The feel of her lips pressed against his was utter bliss. After the kiss ended she smiled.

"Can I still keep your ratty old lighter anyways?"

The light in her eyes was bright enough to light an entire cathedral.

"And regardless of it all, it hurts me more not knowing you are safe."

Her face became the very definition of solemn.

"Please don't ever stop coming to see me, no matter what, and especially now."

The soft light glistened off the tears that were running down her cheeks, she thought nothing of them. She simply gazed at Gabriel as her seriousness underwent an alchemical change to pure joy and love. She didn't want to let go of him at all right now. Despite all of the imperfections of their meeting again, this was exactly what she had wanted though unwilling to admit it even to herself. Seraphina Magdalena Alighieri Faille, What a perfect name, she thought.[/b]

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He was grinning like a fool as he rose to his feet and kissed her passsionatly upon the lips. An applause rose up from a few of the surrounding tables and from the Waiter. He smiled as he retook his seat not letting go of her hand. As she said her eyes she said her last words to him. With a sigh he kissed her hand again and it was his turn to have tears in his eyes.
"Mon amour, I will always come back to you. Any time I am able, an as soon as I am finished we will 'ave a wonderous wedding."
He squeezed her hand and kissed her foreheard as he sat down and started to eat his food again and looked at her in her eyes.
"But t'ink about my leavin again like dis, you will 'ave time to plan a wedding and get all of your friends and family notice mon cher."

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She blushed as the people around them clapped and tried to hide her face behind her hair. She sat down and resumed eating, but she couldn't help smiling and blushing when he mentioned their wedding. She looked down at the ring and stared in utter disbelief. She couldn't stop blushing as she ate, and everytime she looked at him she smiled.

"And what about your family, Dolce?"

The idea of planning a wedding, her wedding seemed like the best way to spend the time, A strange thought entered her head as the reality of it all sank in, depending on how long he was gone they could get married in Sangriesta Nuova. SUddenly she put down her fork and looked right him. Bracing herself for something she had not said to him before.

"Gabriel, I love you."

She finished her meal in a constant state of euphoria. The fish, the dim light his company it wsa perfection, just like Venice.

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